I don’t think there’s anything more sad, more pathetic and more gut-wrenching than the dreaded ‘what if’ … what if I went, what if I stayed, what if I said those words, what if I hadn’t, what if I fail, what if I succeed? Regret – it’s so powerful it can eat through a person’s soul, steal their dreams, lock them into emotional slavery and defeat possible victories.
However, decisions that are to be made consisting of the dreaded ‘what if’ should be considered and weighed with much thought and careful consideration – because you can fail, you can lose, you can make a wrong decision with just as much possibility of success. But not knowing the possible results leaves you with a lifetime of regret.
I am not afraid to fail. I have spent more time in the dirt on my face from falling than I’d ever like to admit, however, I have very few regrets. I live my life most often in the motion of chasing something… dreams, an idea, or a passion. I have succeeded and I have failed. I have won and I have lost. I have cried and I have laughed. Most of all I have lived. I won’t know what is waiting for me on the other side of another opportunity until I make the choice to grab it and take the steps needed to reach my destination.
Arriving on the other side is great, but that is not the best part of experience… it’s the journey “to” to the other side where life happens.
I’m on such a journey now, a transition from one place in my life to another… a sojourner. The only real choice I have to make every day is whether I’m going to be afraid to move or not move, do or not do… regret or not regret.
Till next time,